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Not long after, a black sports car appeared in sight.
He Yunsong recognized the car immediately; it was Mo Ming's. However, why was it moving so slowly? Was there something wrong with the vehicle?
Under everyone's gaze, Mo Ming's sports car finally reached the designated spot and came to a stop. A visibly frustrated Mo Ming stepped out of the car, followed by four stunning women, although one of them looked a bit younger.
The four beauties were Lin Yuan'er, Murong Lian, Jun Qianqian, and Fu Qingyun. It was precisely because he was here to pick up these four women that Mo Ming had arrived late. Not only was he late, but the car speed was also painfully slow!
Why?
Because just a moment ago, Lin Yuan'er had gotten car sick and vomited all over the place!
Mo Ming felt utterly frustrated as he stepped out of the car and sensed the disdainful glances directed at him from those around. He felt helpless; after all, he had turned his sports car into a snail.
With Mo Ming's arrival accompanied by the beautiful women, countless jealous gazes from men were drawn toward them.
Someone couldn't hold back and cursed, "Damn it, this guy isn't even as handsome as me! Why does he get to have so many beautiful women around him? Just looking at him makes me feel annoyed."
Cao Rui overheard this and scoffed, "If you're so upset, why don't you go up and beat him up? I mean, if you're tired of living, you can give it a try."
That person immediately shut up; he knew Cao Rui's status. Anyone who could provoke Cao Young Master was certainly not an ordinary person—his identity didn't matter.
At least he couldn't afford to offend him!
"Boss, why did you take so long to arrive? I've been waiting for you all night!"
He Yunsong walked over with a smile, wrapping his arm around Oumengqi. Upon seeing the four beauties, he hesitated to call them 'sister-in-law,' fearing an attack from all sides, so he simply omitted it.
"Ah, it's a long story," Mo Ming said with a bitter smile.
“Understood,” He Yunsong smiled knowingly and then asked, “Miss Murong, it seems you promised to bring your friends over tonight.”
Murong Lian nodded and smiled, “Yes, look behind you, aren’t they here?”
Upon hearing this, everyone turned around to see Qi Bai Rui, Xi Yawen, and Shen Lingman walking over with a sway in their hips.
The slightly more mature-looking Qi Bai Rui said, “Sister Lian, you said there would be handsome guys introduced to us tonight, but I haven’t seen any!”
“…”
Mo Ming and He Yunsong both felt a bit frustrated.
“Here we are, two handsome guys standing right in front of you, and you say you haven’t seen anyone!” This was certainly the shared sentiment of the two, though they didn’t voice it out loud.
Murong Lian covered her mouth and laughed, saying, “Alright now, stop being so cheeky. Once you witness the amazing driving skills of the two guys beside you, I’m afraid you’ll be shamelessly clinging to them.”
“Ugh, who’s as empty as you, little flirt? At your age, you still haven’t found a man!” teased the seductive Xi Yawen.
“Stop it! If you keep talking nonsense, I’ll tear your mouth apart,” Murong Lian replied shyly.
Seeing this, Xi Yawen laughed charmingly and said, “Okay then, I won’t tease you anymore. When does the competition start? I don’t want to wait too long.”
“Well, that depends on the participants,” Murong Lian smiled at He Yunsong and said, “Did you hear that? Our beautiful star doesn’t like to wait. When are you starting?”
“Um, I’m ready anytime; it depends on when Mo Ming wants to start.”
Mo Ming glanced around and said, “Let’s wait a bit longer. There are more competitors who haven’t arrived yet.”
“Oh, then let’s wait a bit longer,” He Yunsong nodded and asked, “Who else is going to participate?”
“Red Tiger, you should know him. I ran into him at Fu Qingyun's birthday party the other day, and we chatted for a bit. He said he would come tonight too. I'm planning to wait for him,” Mo Ming said.
“That Red Tiger from the Ye Family is coming too?” He Yunsong said with a wry smile. “Tonight is going to be quite a scene. Red Tiger is a good driver, but I've never raced against him. It's rare for him to show up tonight.”
After some more casual conversation, the sound of an engine roaring echoed from the mountain path, moving at high speed. Soon, a yellow sports car came racing in and executed a perfect drift before coming to a stop.
However, the person who got out was not Red Tiger, but Han Zhemin!
He wore sunglasses and flashed a toothy grin that was quite charming. After stepping out of the car, he scanned the surroundings and spotted Lin Yuan'er, then walked over.
“Yuan'er, no matter when it is, you always look so enchanting,” Han Zhemin said in Chinese with a Korean accent. Then he looked at all the beautiful women present and grinned even wider, “Wow, so many beauties! Allow me to introduce myself; I am Han Zhemin!”
Hearing Han Zhemin's frivolous words, Fu Qingyun, being sharp-witted, immediately understood that this person was her cousin-in-law's rival. She smirked and said, “Cousin, who is he? He seems quite ridiculous wearing sunglasses at night; isn't he afraid of tripping?”
“Wow, there really are handsome guys here tonight,” Xi Yawen exclaimed with bright eyes and a smile. “Handsome guy, are you free tonight? Let’s chat about life!”
Everyone fell silent for a moment.
Murong Lian pinched Xi Yawen and scolded her, “You flirtatious girl! You actually find this fool appealing? You really are the president of the looks association; I’m truly amazed by you.”
“As long as he's handsome, he's my type,” Xi Yawen replied nonchalantly with a giggle.
Han Zhemin took off his glasses and said in a gentlemanly manner, “Excuse me, beautiful lady. You are stunningly beautiful; however, my heart has already been stolen by Yuan'er. I can no longer love anyone else. My feelings are devoted; for Yuan'er, it's like the mighty Yangtze River…”
“That’s the flowing Yangtze River!” Murong Lian shot Han Zhemin an eye roll and corrected him.
“Han Zhemin, stop trying to gross me out,” Lin Yuan'er said angrily. “Who told you to have such a rotten heart? Go where it’s cool; I have no feelings for you!”
“Feelings are cultivated over time. I believe that as long as I prove myself to be better than that heartless man, you will definitely come to like me,” Han Zhemin winked at Lin Yuan'er and added, “I will wait for you until you fall in love with me.”
"Don't worry, I will never like you," Lin Yuan'er said with a smile as she linked arms with Mo Ming. "Because you will never be as outstanding as Brother Mo!"
"That’s not necessarily true," Han Zhemin shook his head and smiled at Mo Ming, a provocative curve at the corner of his mouth. "Mo Ming, are you brave enough to compete with me tonight? If I win, you will give Yuan'er to me."
A glint of sharpness flashed in Mo Ming's eyes, his gaze turning cold as he said in a deep voice, "Watch your words. Yuan'er is not an object to be given away. A competition is just a competition, but I won't stake my feelings on it."
"All this talk is just because you're afraid of losing, right?" Han Zhemin shrugged. "If you're scared, just leave Yuan'er behind. You're just a cowardly sick man who only knows how to escape."
"Damn it, where did this mad dog come from? Biting people as soon as he arrives," He Yunsong couldn't hold back any longer. Grabbing Han Zhemin by the collar, he shouted angrily, "You better watch your mouth; otherwise, I won't mind sending you to eternal sleep on Panlong Road tonight."
Han Zhemin showed no fear in his eyes, a mocking smile appearing on his lips. "And who are you? Is it true that Mo Ming can only rely on others to stand up for him?"
"What the hell are you talking about, mad dog!"
He Yunsong raised his fist, ready to throw a few punches at Han Zhemin's handsome face, but was stopped by Mo Ming. Mo Ming's expression showed no disgust; instead, he smiled lightly and said, "I don't want to get my hands dirty hitting you. If you want to gamble, how about we bet our lives?"
Only then did He Yunsong release his grip.
"Alright then, whoever loses jumps off the mountain!" Han Zhemin said with a sinister smile, seemingly unafraid of death or perhaps confident of victory.
Lin Yuan'er felt a chill run down her spine and immediately shouted, "No! Brother Mo, don't listen to him! He's just a madman, a lunatic..."
"Yuan'er, don't worry. The one who loses definitely won't be me," Mo Ming interrupted Lin Yuan'er's words with a raised hand and a teasing smile. "Han Zhemin, I don't need your life because it holds no value for me. I just need you to promise me that if you lose, you won't bother Yuan'er anymore."
"I can agree to that since I'm going to win anyway. You will have no choice but to jump off the mountain and become a lonely mountain spirit," Han Zhemin laughed loudly after speaking, his tone somewhat arrogant.
Mo Ming remained unfazed, still wearing that teasing smile.
Another roar of engines echoed as a silver sports car sped towards them. Mo Ming looked through the windshield and saw that the driver was Red Tiger. Red Tiger wore a broad smile as the car slowly came to a stop in front of everyone.
Red Tiger only brought Yeh Jing this time; his wife couldn't come because she had work to do. After getting out of the car and seeing Mo Ming, he laughed heartily a few times and said, "Brother, sorry to keep you waiting."
"It's fine. Since Red Tiger is here, let's get started," Mo Ming replied, shaking his head. He then turned to Lin Yuan'er and the other women and said, "The competition is about to begin, so you all can wait here. Someone will report the situation along the way."
From earlier until now, Jun Qianqian had been unusually quiet and finally smiled, saying, "Mo Ming, good luck! I believe you can win. Remember to pay attention to safety."
Mo Ming nodded without saying anything further, then got into the sports car and rolled down the window, saying, "You all decide your positions; I'll just run at the back."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was stunned because they all knew that running at the back was somewhat disadvantageous. Normally, positions would be determined by drawing lots before the race, but Mo Ming declared he would run last with just one sentence.
This statement was undeniably bold; it reflected a king's disdain for everything.
He Yunsong and Red Tiger did not find Mo Ming arrogant; only those with capital could afford such arrogance. And Mo Ming was indeed the one with the most capital. Being able to surpass the former Car God He Yunsong with an unmodified BMW was a testament to that capital!
However, those who did not know Mo Ming found him somewhat ridiculous and arrogant. As for the discordant voices, Mo Ming paid them no mind; results were what mattered most—everything else was just noise.
"Sure, go ahead and show off. Just don't make excuses when you lose; I will look down on you," Han Zhemin scoffed as he also got into his sports car.
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